I hate tailgaters. Not the ones that involve beer, food, family, friends, sports and laughter but the ones that feel it's okay to ride close to your bumper on the roadways. It drives me batty when strangers invade my personal space, and this includes my safety space while driving. So I practice what I preach and I try to stay as far away from the driver in front of me as much possible.
This morning, however, it appeared that the dude in front of me thought I was too close for his comfort which, as you've read above, could not have been possible. His perception must've been off because you could've fit a large truck in between us. But he didn't see it that way, or maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed and he chose ME to take his anger out on. Not only did he tap his brakes a kazillion times (no joke, he did) but he felt it necessary to turn around, look at me and give me the finger. I couldn't help but laugh as I shrugged him off and continued to keep my safe distance from him.
But then he did it again as we were sitting at a red light. So I did what any rational driver would've done in this case.....
Just as the light turned green and I saw him looking at me in his rear-view mirror, I smiled, blew him a kiss, got right on his ass right before I crossed over into the passing lane and roared past him beeping, waving and smiling.
I know that was childish, and I know that probably pissed him off more than he already was, and he probably could've TRIED to catch up to me and cause me harm (IF he could catch me) but I don't care.
It made ME feel better! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YA!
Bye Bye Asshole! *beep beep* :)
